The Nautilus Tree’s roots grow deep, and spiral into shell-like curves, generating resonant seeds; rare gems beneath our feet. It’s like an old sage, quietly dispensing wisdom, humming and ebbing life into being. More than a mere pity it’s been neglected; more than a pity that we forget to listen. A tragedy to lose this treasure; a tragedy to let it slip away.
– Sam L. Richards, May 2008
Instrumentation: High offstage voice (male or female), cello, harpsichord
Duration: Approx. 7-8 min.
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